Bring the hidden out
I was walking through Yeovil to spend Boxing Day afternoon with friends. This poem caught my eye in the window of an empty shop. Yeovil is a small rundown town once the home of glove-making – covered the hands of…
Who are we becoming
Sneaking a peek over God’s shoulder to see what He is up to: thoughts on future church
Who are we becoming
Sneaking a peek over God’s shoulder to see what He is up to: thoughts on future church
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Pussy willow
This poem has taken more than a decade to come of age. I found the archeological remains literally on the back of a torn, empty A4 envelope a few weeks ago, and this evening inspiration has flown in from wherever…
Foreseeing: Mary pondered these things in her heart
Foreseeing: a Christmas reflection Luke 2:19 At the Bath and Wells Clergy Gathering Matt Harvey our poet-in-residence talked to us about the Norwegian concept of ‘kenning’. I’d never heard of it before – the art of ‘describing a physical object…